Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet. ~Vietnamese Proverb
I’m laying in bed, listening through the baby monitor as J Man and Miss Rae whisper to each other.
They’re supposed to be sleeping, but the conversation is whispered and muffled and all I can make out is older brother telling younger sister that she’s supposed to close her eyes.
They’re the best of friends and the worst of enemies all in the same breath. They depend on each other for entertainment, attention, support and I’m so glad they have a buddy in one another.
Love this moment.